OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 

 gradually become invaded by tints of mauve, rose, dark 

 purple, until the day when their glorious chalices will 

 open, as if cut out of living jewels, translucent to the 

 light 



The Dutch Garden is bounded by a clipped yew hedge on 

 two sides, divided by a rustic archway where Pink Dorothy 

 rambles in June and onwards. Against this hedge there 

 are two long beds lying to the south, filled with crimson 

 and red roses : in spring edged with Darwins and Arabis, 

 before Mme. Normand Levavasseur spreads her dis- 

 appointing maroon clusters. On the north side the brick 

 wall of the terrace, divided in its turn opposite the arch- 

 way by brick steps, is flanked by Darwin tulip beds. The 

 beds under the side of the house to the west have also 

 Darwins with a carpet of Forget-me-nots and a fringe 

 of Arabis. The space that runs back to the outer 

 wall under the study windows is planted with Gloire de 

 Versailles, Pyrus Japonica and the ubiquitous Tulips and 

 Forget-me-nots. 



There is one thing we have succeeded in impressing on the 

 patient and kindly Adam, and that is that we " cannot bear 

 bald spaces/' Our bulbs lie as close as they can without 

 injuring each other. Our Wallflowers, even now, in 

 January, jostle ! 



In the bed that runs right along the bricked upper terrace, 

 there lie, awaiting the call of the different months <please 

 add docility and punctuality to the moral list), behind a 

 deep border of Mrs. Sinkins, a double row of Crocuses, a 

 row of Thomas More Tulips, a little hedge of white and 

 red " Polyantha" Roses, and groups of " Candidum" Lilies. 

 At intervals, on the top of the terrace wall, are large 



